Smurf You

A couple of months ago I got invited to a preview of The Smurfs down in L.A. at Sony Animation, and I declined. I thought, “Good lord, I’m not driving two hours to eat blue nachos with Hank Azaria.” I know, I’m an idiot for passing up that opportunity, but I also know that once Hank and I met there’d be rainbows and ponies all over the place and I’d have to leave my husband and move to Hawaii with Hank, and frankly I just didn’t feel like destroying my marriage this summer. Plus, all the packing.

Ultimately, I ended up seeing The Smurfs with my lovely son, Jackson, who’s ten. You probably saw it with your kid(s), too, but in case you haven’t had the chance, or were waiting for it to come out on DVD so you could get some housework done while your child(ren) were occupied with All Things Blue, here’s a quick recap so you won’t be left out of any vital playground Smurf discussions.

Papa Smurf: “It’s time for the Blue Moon Festival, when the Smurfs come together and celebrate all things blue.”

Vanity Smurf: “Well, I’M blue, so I’m going to celebrate myself!”

Grouchy Smurf: “Does that mean I can finally scrape this pink insect off my face?”

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